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Maker's Abandon	By : TropicalFool Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Maker's Abandon
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As Morrigan led her captive into the crowded room, applause broke out and Sebastian turned scarlet from head to toe. Cocking her head, the witch looked at him in amusement. She wasn't aware that one's belly and thighscould blush, but every part of him was uniformly red.
Looking down and her, he groaned, "I will muurrrdarrr you as soon as I am free. You will not get away with this humiliation." Ah the lovely roll of the rrrrs in that beautiful voice.
Laughing gaily, Morrigan said, "Well, that is great incentive to see that you never do get loose, now isn't it? You may want to think out your threats a bit more carefully before making them."
She indicated the pile of ropes in the corner and said to Isabella, "I believe that that is your boys' expertise. I want him bound, but all parts available. And make it artistic, if you please."
The pirates came forward, squabbling over the best pieces of rope, and approached the tall archer. Morrigan allowed him just enough movement that he could be seen to be cringing back. So sad, to have that body and voice inhabited by a cowardly idiot, but there would be uses for him. For the good parts of him, at least.
Isabella took charge with a hearty, "Belay there, ye dogs! Round the chest and round the back, and yes, Willy, you can take care of the peg." A small pirate, gap toothed, grimy, wearing rouge and violet eye shadow, pranced up with a small rope that he carefully twined from the loop already creating a girth around the hard belly down to Sebastian's red furred balls. These he fondled with delight, rolling them in his hands, as he wrapped the cord around them, pulling the top of the sack up so that each globe was made more prominent and then finishing off with an elaborate Turk's head knot that required he spend many minutes stroking and manipulating the stiff shaft above his work.
Morrigan was highly amused to see that Sebastian remained erect throughout. She had half expected him to wither when the pirates approached, but either there was sometime to be said for locking a healthy boy in the Chantry for years, or this Starkhaven prince was fonder of men than he would admit.
Before finishing his more delicate work, Willy cinched the base of Sebastian's fine penis with an elegant anchor hitch, tight enough to help the cleat stay stiff. The witch nodded with approval.
Three pirates were working on the ropes outlining the prominent muscles of the archer's chest. They were now arguing whether a chain sinnet or crown sinnet would be most attractive for the section running down the center. Finally the crown sinnet was chosen as being the more appropriate binding for a Prince.
Those in charge of Sebastian's hands had pulled his arms firmly behind him, elbows down and hands up as far as they could force them before binding the forearms and hands together in a complicated version of sailor's whipping. This had the added benefit of making the chest muscles strain against their trusses.
Isabella herself was giving careful attention to each leg and foot. She had decided a hobble was most appropriate. That way he would be prevented from escaping, but could still be moved about to accommodate various activities. She measured a length against her arm and tied ankle to ankle with enough space between to allow awkward walking. She considered, then ran a line from foot to neck to foot, taking a wrap around the neck. At this time, it was not a choking tie, but as things developed? She would keep her dagger at ready, in case it seemed that they Prince was actually going to asphyxiate, but had no intention of intervening too soon.
The whores had been watching all of this with great interest, some clearly taking mental notes for future professional use. Everyone now sat back, passing the bottles around, as Morrigan released her spell. Feeling his body once more under his control, Sebastian roared and strained against the ropes. Of course sailors are masters of knots, and each struggle only tightened the bonds further.
Watching him thrash and curse them in that beautiful voice was an enchanting performance, and Morrigan began to applause. Soon the room was filled with clapping, laughing and catcalls and the Prince continued his counter-productive efforts.
Finally, in frustration, he threw himself down, almost strangling himself on Isabella's rope. The largest of the pirates got slowly to his feet and picked up the gagging archer by his hair. Placing him back on his feet and loosing the loop encircling the neck, he said, "Keep your pegs under ye laddie. 'Twill serve better." He then slapped the tall man hard on the buttocks and resumed his seat, taking a long draught from the rum bottle passed his way.
Realizing that struggling was availing him nothing except appreciation from his audience, Sebastian stood impassive, his head down, a steady stream of curses coming from his mouth. An occasional 'Maker' could be heard, but most of the words were more familiar to the pirates than to the Grand Cleric.
Seeing that act one was complete, Morrigan said, "Jethann, I believe that is your cue. I want him coerced, but not forced. At daybreak tomorrow, I want him aware that that," she pointed with an imperious finger at his bound erection, "is his doing. We want him to know in his Maker ridden heart just how much he enjoyed every moment of tonight. And I do not want him to find release. I have very special plans for that. Beyond that, he is yours to do with as you will." She patted Sebastian on his cheek and sauntered away to enjoy the next part of the show.
The elf slid up to the Prince, and pulled his head down further, looking him in the eye. "What is to you want?" he purred, while his hand slide up the length of the bound cock.
Sebastian's eyes were burning as he growled, "Your head on a stake that the witch is tied to, roasting slowly. And those pirates set in cages for the seagulls to peck out their living eyes. I want to see every whore in the city pay for what you are doing tonight. You know that the Maker will not forgive such a transgression against one of his own."
Jethann was half listening as he walked around the archer, stroking as he thought. "Hummm, yes, very creative," he purred. It was not clear if he was speaking of the bindings, or of Sebastian's imagined revenge.
"Amethyst, Beryl, if you please." Two of the women rose in reply. "Show your assets." They pulled apart their blouses, exposing large firm breasts held from below by stiff boning, then parted their skirts through cleverly concealed slits front and back, which were tied to the sides, exposing and attractively framing their attractions.
Smiling proudly, Jethann instructed, "One on his mouth, I think he's spoken more than enough for now, so keep him busy, won't you, and one on his cock to give him something to think about."
The redheaded Beryl, taller of the two, pulled down the archer's head. She was soon engaged in teaching him to kiss, pulling his head back by his hair and tapping his lips when he became clumsy and impertinent. It was always amazing to her how many men, including those with the sort of creative past that gossip said belonged to this Prince, had no idea how to kiss. If nothing else, she was determined that he would come out of tonight more skilled in that one area.
The blond Amethyst knelt gracefully, making sure her backside poked through her broad skirts, and began tonguing the long shaft. Sebastian groaned against Beryl's mouth, trying, but not succeeding, to remember the Chant.
Morrigan, only half interested in these proceedings, was kissing and fondling Isabella. The two women were well matched, each knowing exactly the desires and limits of the other. As their hands and mouths wandered, Sebastian found his eyes drawn to them, peering over Beryl's shoulder, watching as he had so often in the Hanged Man, and felt himself begin to swell further, bouncing towards climax.
Amethyst, knowing the symptoms well, wrapped her fingers hard around his root and squeezed, scolding, "No, no, not yet. Bad bad boy." She then gave the sensitive organ a hard slap back and forth. The large man almost toppled, gasping into Beryl's mouth, but his cock remained stiff and quivering.
Seeing Sebastian unsteady, Jethann gestured to the elegant men. "Bret, hold him from the front. You are welcome to take his mouth whenever you can wrest it from Beryl." A blond, several inches taller and broader across the shoulders than even the archer, stepped forward. Before taking his position to brace the Prince, he pulled down his breeches, freeing an amazingly long hard rod, which he stroked casually, amused by the archer's wide eyes. He then took one of Amethyst's hands and wrapped it around his shaft before placing his hands firmly on Sebastian's shoulders to keep him from falling.
He fixed his viridian eyes on the other man's and as soon as Beryl gave him an opening, fixed his mouth on the other's as well. Sebastian tried to pull back, but the woman had the back of his head in a firm grip and held him in place for her colleague. Unlike the patient Beryl, Bret forced what her wanted. When the Prince clamped his mouth, he found his lips bitten. When he tried to thrust aggressively with his tongue, he found another, longer and stronger, blocking his moves.
Seeing that her coworker was doing a fine job on the tutorial, Beryl slipped down and took one of the small hard nipples firmly between her teeth. As she bit, the resulting squirming was delightful to all three of Sebastian's current admirers.
Motioning to a thin, elegant brunette, Jethann said, "Shane, open him." Hearing these words, Sebastian tried to pull back and object, but Bret had him firmly in hand and only a vague, "Mumft, mumft," issued from their conjoined mouths.
The brunette moved behind the bound redhead and whispered, "Ummm, you are in for a treat. Now just relax, sweetheart." He pulled off his voluminous shirt and opened his silk pantaloons, revealing a cock not thick, but even longer than Bret's. Around his neck was a large amulet, which he opened, pulling from within a cream that he was never without. It was amazingly slick and maintained its lubricating qualities until it was washed away.
Morrigan had become interested, and leading Isabella by a nipple ring, moved to see what the dark man was doing. This was an essential part of her plan. She had not given Jethann specific instructions, knowing that the elf would make all preparations necessary.
Shane carefully closed his precious amulet, then said, "Be prepared, Bret, mon ami." Seeing the blond nod, he turned to Morrigan and her pirate captive, asking, "If you would ladies." Giggling like school girls, moved to each side of the bound man and pulled apart the cheeks of his buttocks.
Feeling the cold air on a part not used to such a sensation, Sebastian tried to wriggle away. This just made the two women giggle more, and they added slapping to their manipulations.
Enjoying the play of the women, Shane held up his well greased hand for their inspection, then bending his knees for balance and strength, thrust three fingers their length into the waiting, and he was fairly sure virgin, hole.
Despite Bret's firm hold, Sebastian threw his had back and howled. Isabella's rope constricted around his neck and Amethyst was very busy indeed keeping him from coming prematurely, but her years of experience lent her the necessary skill.
Shane laughed in a surprisingly deep voice and leaned forward to bite an exposed ear. For a moment, Amethyst thought that she would lose the battle, but then got him settled again.
The pirates were watching the performance with keen interest, placing large and elaborate bets on all aspects, such as what would happen next, how long the Prince would hold out, what he would say, if anything, when he came ('Maaaakerrrrrr' being the odds on favorite, without or without an attendant 'Oh!'). Gold and rum were being freely passed around.
Sensing that things were under control, Shane began to work his fingers, pressing on the sensitive place just inside the opening and working his small finger and thumb into the tight orifice.
Looking at the women flanking him, he asked, "Would you like to see me buried?" This elicited a new round of laughter and adamant agreement. "Bret?" he asked. Sebastian started fighting in earnest, realizing what he was facing, how much he feared it and how much he wanted it.
The fingers within Sebastian were jerked out, and Shane chuckled when he heard a reluctant moan. Running his slick hand up and down his length, he placed the tip carefully, using his fingers to allow the head the enter. Sebastian was gasping and crying from humiliation and desire. Bret braced his shoulders and Amethyst prepared. Grasping the rope encircling the Prince's waist, Shane thrust, burying a third of his length.
Amethyst thought she had lost the battle when she heard a cry of "Oh, Maker!" but quick and expert manipulations saved the day.
Before Shane could continue, Morrigan lay a hand on his shoulder and said, "Enough, I think. We will leave some areas unexplored for a short while."
Turning to the elf who had stayed apart from it all, her accomplice Fenris, she said, "You cannot enter me, our magics are too close, but I believe if you enter him," she casually slapped Sebastian on the back of the head, "then I take him within me, we could allow the power to, um, hum, without causing you pain. Are you willing?"
The dour one had been quietly stroking himself, wondering what the witch had planned. It was clear to him that the performance so far was just that; a way to punish the Prince for his transgression in an amusing way. But this proposal. He thought of the pain, but also of the pleasure that may be possible. Rising gracefully, he nodded, then walked up to Sebastian, taking his chin hard in hand and hissing, "You are nothing, less than nothing. Remember that."
Despite all that had happened to him this night, Sebastian blinked in surprise. He had resigned himself to physical degradation, but wasn't sure where this animosity came from. If someone had asked him yesterday, he would have said that Fenris was his friend.
The elf stood back and said, "All of you, away. He's mine now."
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